The hospital was beautiful and the staff was incredible, but… I just did not want to be there. I did not want an IV in my arm for a second longer, I did not want to be putting up with the beeping and hospital noises, and I did not want any more morphine.
I just wanted to be back at the hotel, in the comfortable bed, healing on my own.
And so, I started in on the nurse. Explaining to her that I was feeling fine, going to the bathroom fine, and that I wanted desperately to be unhooked from the IV.
Meanwhile, my dad sat next to my bed with panic washing over his face. The poor guy did not like the idea of my leaving early at all. In fact, I’m pretty sure the thought terrified him. He began immediately with the protests. The drive back to the hotel would be miserable for me… The hospital would be half an hour away if anything went wrong… The morphine would eventually wear off and Percocet’s wouldn’t cut it.
He really was not comfortable with the idea of me checking out before the night was over.
Unfortunately, he raised a strong willed daughter, and once I set my mind on leaving – I was going to stop at nothing short of a jail break.
And seriously, who could say "no" to this sexiness:
(YIKES!)
The nurse started by turning off my morphine and giving me the Percocet’s. I think her thought process was that perhaps I would realize how much easier the morphine was and change my mind.
That didn’t happen.
She then called Dr. Cook who asked to speak to me directly. And I pled my case, letting him know that I wanted nothing more than to check out of the hospital and crawl into my quiet and comfy hotel bed.
At first, he was a bit hesitant. But eventually he saw things my way.
And at 9:00pm, I was discharged from the hospital.
I am proud to report that I am doing well. Definitely sore, and swollen, and tired, but… surviving just fine. The shoulder pains from the gas used to inflate my stomach are the worst thing I’m dealing with right now – as I’m sure anyone who has ever had laparoscopic surgery can attest to.
I promise I’ve got updates coming on all that was done, but my ability to sit up and type without getting overly nauseas isn’t exactly great right now. Just know that everything went according to plan for the most part, with one tiny little hiccup that may or may not prove to be an issue down the line. As soon as I can go more than a few hours without pain meds, I’ll update some more.
But thank you all for the well wishes and prayers. I am definitely on the mend and looking forward to some smooth sailing from here on out…
